Lod. This wretch hath part confest his Villany: Did you and he consent in Ca.s.sio"s death
Oth. I
Cas. Deere Generall, I neuer gaue you cause
Oth. I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon: Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Diuell, Why he hath thus ensnar"d my Soule and Body
Iag. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: From this time forth, I neuer will speake word
Lod. What? not to pray?
Gra. Torments will ope your lips
Oth. Well, thou dost best
Lod. Sir, You shall vnderstand what hath befalne, (Which, as I thinke, you know not) heere is a Letter Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo, And heere another, the one of them imports The death of Ca.s.sio, to be vndertooke By Rodorigo
Oth. O Villaine!
Ca.s.sio. Most Heathenish, and most grosse
Lod. Now, heere"s another discontented paper Found in his pocket too: and this it seemes Rodorigo meant t"haue sent this d.a.m.ned villaine: But that (belike) Iago in the interim Came in, and satisfi"d him
Oth. Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe; How came you (Ca.s.sio) by that Handkerchiefe That was my wiues?
Ca.s.sio. I found it in my Chamber: And he himselfe confest it but euen now, That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose, Which wrought to his desire
Othel. O Foole, foole, foole!
Ca.s.sio. There is besides, in Rodorigo"s Letter, How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came That I was cast: and euen but now he spake (After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him, Iago set him on
Lod. You must forsake this roome, and go with vs: Your Power, and your Command is taken off, And Ca.s.sio rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue, If there be any cunning Crueltie, That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest, Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne To the Venetian State. Come, bring away
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe: I haue done the State some seruice, and they know"t: No more of that. I pray you in your Letters, When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate, Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set downe ought in malice.
Then must you speake, Of one that lou"d not wisely, but too well: Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand (Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away Richer then all his Tribe: Of one, whose subdu"d Eyes, Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode, Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this: And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant, and a Turbond-Turke Beate a Venetian, and traduc"d the State, I tooke by th" throat the circ.u.mcised Dogge, And smoate him, thus
Lod. Oh b.l.o.o.d.y period
Gra. All that is spoke, is marr"d
Oth. I kist thee, ere I kill"d thee: No way but this, Killing my selfe, to dye vpon a kisse.
Dyes
Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon: For he was great of heart
Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge: More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea: Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed: This is thy worke: The Obiect poysons Sight, Let it be hid. Gratiano, keepe the house, And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore, For they succeede on you. To you, Lord Gouernor, Remaines the Censure of this h.e.l.lish villaine: The Time, the Place, the Torture, oh inforce it: My selfe will straight aboord, and to the State, This heauie Act, with heauie heart relate.
Exeunt.
FINIS.
The Names of the Actors.
Oth.e.l.lo, the Moore.
Brabantio, Father to Desdemona.
Ca.s.sio, an Honourable Lieutenant.
Iago, a Villaine.
Rodorigo, a gull"d Gentleman.
Duke of Venice.
Senators.
Montano, Gouernour of Cyprus.
Gentlemen of Cyprus.
Lodouico, and Gratiano, two n.o.ble Venetians.
Saylors.
Clowne.
Desdemona, Wife to Oth.e.l.lo.
Aemilia, Wife to Iago.
Bianca, a Curtezan.
THE TRAGEDIE OF Oth.e.l.lo, the Moore of Venice.
The Tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra
Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
Philo. Nay, but this dotage of our Generals Ore-flowes the measure: those his goodly eyes That o"re the Files and Musters of the Warre, Haue glow"d like plated Mars: Now bend, now turne The Office and Deuotion of their view Vpon a Tawny Front. His Captaines heart, Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst The Buckles on his brest, reneages all temper, And is become the Bellowes and the Fan To coole a Gypsies l.u.s.t.
Flourish. Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, her Ladies, the Traine, with Eunuchs fanning her.
Looke where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him (The triple Pillar of the world) transform"d Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see
Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much
Ant. There"s beggery in the loue that can be reckon"d Cleo. Ile set a bourne how farre to be belou"d
Ant. Then must thou needes finde out new Heauen, new Earth.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Newes (my good Lord) from Rome
Ant. Grates me, the summe
Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.
Fuluia perchance is angry: Or who knowes, If the sca.r.s.e-bearded Caesar haue not sent His powrefull Mandate to you. Do this, or this; Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchise that: Perform"t, or else we d.a.m.ne thee
Ant. How, my Loue?
Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and most like: You must not stay heere longer, your dismission Is come from Caesar, therefore heare it Anthony, Where"s Fuluias Processe? (Caesars I would say) both?